I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening.

In London, the weather would affect me negatively. I react strongly to light. If it is cloudy and raining, there are clouds and rain in my soul.

The things I write are for those who are willing to accept a new relationship between the reader and the author.

Can the imagination, any more than the boy, be held prisoner ?" - from the foreword to the 1976 edition of "The Painted Bird

Homelessness is a part of our American system. There should be nothing wrong with this condition as long as the individual is not sentenced to unnecessary suffering and punishment.

When people claim to know who I am, I can no longer act freely.

Persons who have been homeless carry within them a certain philosophy of life which makes them apprehensive about ownership.